Tuesday

Alvarez
Cort
Fender
Washburn
Marshall
                             Unfamiliar words

Love of music
And persistence
Grew the talent
Through fingers
From the heart
                              No lessons

So many directions
A young man
Can g-r-o-w
He shaves
And plays
                              Football and music

Grateful
For goodness
Talent
Dedication
Andrew
                             And family
                             Love 'em all.

Strains from Clapton
Drift
From
A Washburn twelve string
Not a chord missed

                               I'm in heaven.

For Two Shoes Tuesday

The Child We Didn't Adopt

Heather came, a pre-teen which the Social Services had ingrained all the rights and rules of a foster child. We welcomed her as if she were not damaged and slowly began the process of repair.

Heather could handle school or home, not both.

She was loving, volatile, hidden and protected by her wall that began construction at the age of three.  Oh, but we tried   Periodically Heather went to Group Camps that improved nothing and only taught her more ways to manipulate.

Despite all the ups and downs she brought with her suitcase we loved her.  We wanted her as our third daughter.

Heather loved animals.  She showed miniature horses. When she returned from "camp" Heather also had a horse to ride.

Heather loved all the people here.  Dad with Alzheimer's seemed to connect with her most.  He would give Heather great advice at dinner each night while she smiled that sweet deceptive smile.

She chose the colors of her room.  We built shelves together.  We poured over catalogs to order pink beaded curtains, lime green bed clothes and an orange rug.  Her room.  Her choice.

Heather took it from our hands when she escalated her violence. Throwing the rocker at me was just one of many incidents.

It was tough.  Heather made a bigger wall because she loved us too in her own way.  Yet it frightened her to care for someone.  All her life the people she loved hurt her, abandoned her and in the end that is what we did.

We loved her.  We still do but we could not help her.

The frame is dusty but her picture remains.  Still in the spare room.   Heather, I'm sorry we failed you.

That is my regret.

For Two Shoes Tuesday

The Cardinals...

breathe deeply and dream of spring.

For Two Shoes Tuesday

Two Shoes Tuesday...Late

Two Shoes in Texas have a few writing prompts weekly.  Today, a day late, I choose Two Shoes Tuesday.
With this prompt she provides two words to hopefully head us in a creative direction.

Memories

Rise and shine!  Daylight's awastin'  Biscuits on the stove and chores to do.

The smell of bacon and coffee drift in the air pulling me out of bed to begin a farmer's day.

Now only memories remain.

My childhood and my parents are gone...but the memories return with the smell of bacon.

Two Shoes Tuesday For Mary

I've written many words through the years.  I've met many wise, funny, wonderful people.  I'm still amazed that I can visit someone from around the world.  We are the same.  We are different.  It works.

Meet Lilly At Saucykodz Blog.  This is one super lady.  She has brought me smiles, laughter, hope and encouragement.  I have a confession...the name of her blog drew me in...I had to find out who would use such a brave title.  I have not been disappointed.

Recently I asked Lilly how her friend Mary has been doing.  I discovered Lilly has been reading my blog to her.  She told me how much Mary enjoyed all sides of me:  the dark side, the poetry side, the animal lover side and the crazy side.

Hello dear Mary through SaucyKodz Blog.  I am honored to know my words are enjoyed.

I know we are not the first nor will we be the last to connect in a world that has grown very small indeed.

Nice to meet you, Mary!  For you:

Lizzy drinking from the water garden, 

An autumn rose

Lizzy in the snow

and winter sunrise.

Happy New Year!

Two Shoes Tuesday... a place to share what we enjoy doing most... writing!